Arriving [SITEWIDE]

The journey had been long and his feet ached like never before, but for the first time since his birth, Molepaw was able to take in a deep breath. Having made their way up a small ridge, the large group of clan cats overlooked what he assumed was a lake. The still water sparkled and twinkled in the sunlight and a soft breeze brushed against the tall grasses surrounding it. The sight was a bit fuzzy and he ended up having to squint his eyes to hone in on them, but he assumed that far in front of him were rolling mountain peaks, and a chilly gust of wind sent the apprentice shivering. Under his paws he could feel the soft dirt; dirt that would be perfect for burrowing holes. 'Wow," he couldn't help but gasp aloud as he took in every sight and scent. Usually the world around him was scary with all of its unknowns, but this place... it was different somehow. Unfortunately, this was no time for daydreaming and the sounds of his clanmates coughs and hacks brought him back to reality.

While him and his father had been among the few that hadn't been affected by the sickness, he couldn't say the same for the majority of his clanmates. To his dismay, the rest of his family had also been affected and as he turned and watched his mother and sisters struggled, his heart began to hurt for them as well as beat a little faster as he remembered how serious this sickness was, even if he wasn't currently being affected by it. 'Daisypaw. She'll know what to do,' the chestnut brown tom thought to himself. She was the medicine cat apprentice after all. If anyone knew how to battle an illness, it was the herb-wielding cats.

Swerving through the crowd the plump apprentice made his way to his sister, mostly having relied on his sense of smell to track her down. "Daisypaw," he huffed, slowing his pace. Through the journey he guessed he hadn't actually spent too much time up close and personal with her, and as he approached he realized how sickly even she was. How could this illness have an impact on the medicine cats, he wondered.  "Can I help at all?" the soft-spoken apprentice mewed with a faint smile, hoping he wasn't bothering his sister too much.


Molepaw is safe from the sickness.


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The sight of the shimmering lake that sat before her was incredible, but the sounds of coughing and cats keeling over behind her was more than annoying. Padding over to Larkpaw, who seemed a bit more under the weather than usual, Sweetpaw sat down beside her sister's side and let out a short, dry cough. "Every-cat is acting like they're dying or something. It's like just sooo obnoxious," the mink-pelted apprentice yawned with a roll of her eyes before letting out a burst of quick sneezes.


Sweetpaw has mild severity.


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Fuzzface is safe from the sickness. Will be posted later.
Curlyfluff has high severity. Will be posted later.

The member 'Ice' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 10

Eaglefly looked at the amazing new home. He was very glad to have made it here. The journey had not been easy at all but it seemed to be worth it now.
eagle is open to talk to


Stormwatch is super sick and is here but doesnt wanna talk with anyone

Swiftheart and lav are sick and staying back a bit

sprucebark is out hunting for his sick clanmates and is not in attendence currently.

She didn't know when it had all started. The cough laced with blood, the runny nose, the crust in her eyes. One moment she had been standing next to Burdock, the next she was laid on the soft skins that her mentor had brought along, barely able to lift a paw. The coughs and groans of the gathered clans did not escape her ears. No. No! She couldn't rest now, not when so many needed all the help they could offer! "Burdock... Make sure Batswarm and Moondancer..." Her eyes frantically danced around the gathered cats, looking for her pale calico brother and her silver-black sister. They wouldn't survive on their own - couldn't survive without help. The only of her family she could find was her mother and father, and last surviving sister.

...Last surviving? No, they were standing all together. Moondancer, Batswarm, Badgermask, Leopardsun, Echomist, and Burdockroot. Her closest of kin. A smile came and then faded as she finally gave in to the urge to close her eyes. "Forgive me, Burdock I... Need a second." For now, she would try to sleep this off. But only for a few heartbeats, no more, no less. Burdock needed her. ShadowClan needed her.

Heatherberry is high severity and has lost consciousness.

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Firefly is moderate, will post with her later.

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The moment they set foot on this new land, Vinecrawler separated himself from the overwhelming scent of sickness. His littermates and siblings seemed to not be faring well, but he had trust in Echosong and Fawnshine to do what they do best... Whatever that was. Whether it was asking their god to heal or using herbs to do the job, he did not care. Filling his belly would come before he caught some for his loved ones. Couldn't serve others when you yourself were suffering, now could you?

Vinecrawler is active and healthy, though he's off to hunt and unreachable.

Scorchlight coughed; dizziness clouded her mind. She couldn't even think straight, one paw after the other... One paw after the other , she tried to continue walking. Not really sick, but still a bit. The rest seemed even sicker. Her eyes somehow instinctively now locked on Sprucebark, stumbling. She pressed her own ginger pelt against Spruce, feeling as if she could just sleep on instant. Her fur felt the warmth of Sprucebark's; she purred, staring up at the older senior warrior. She smiled slightly, blushing, unable to look back up to him anymore. She had loved him ever since the time they talked about a hunt. She had to be optimistic, right? Even in the sickest of times "h-hi.." she sneezed, giving an optimistic smile at sprucebark.

Acornstem's ears twitched as Tigerdance spoke, glancing over at her fellow deputy as he raised the important question of what they were going to do. She could only nod as Leopardstar spoke up. "I concur - our first step is finding a place we can allow the sick to rest," she meowed, through her throat tickled as she fought off the urge to follow the sentence with a series of coughs. "We have all suffered a long journey - we can't push our Clanmates any further. ThunderClan, for now, will find a location nearby for now as one or two of ours seeks a proper location that will serve as a proper camp," she meowed - turning her gaze towards the horizon.

"We'll use this time to regain our strength, take stock of our Clanmates' situation. Any knowledge that our medicine cats gain will be shared with you all," she meowed, whiskers twitching as she spared a glance towards where SkyClan was mostly grouped. Perhaps it was a bit much to vow this without Mottlestar's approval but as much as she didn't trust SkyClan after one of their warriors took one of Mottlestar's lives... The life of her Clanmates mattered more. "...Tensions put aside, this sickness threatens us all. I can only hope you all feel the same way," she finished - before blinking as she felt a pelt brush against her. She turned to see Echosong at her side...But only for a few heartbeats before a far sicker cat caught his attention and caused him to peel away - leaving her to gaze after him with a soft smile, relieved to have him by her side in such a chaotic moment.

Acornstem is Moderate sick.

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The herbs she had been carrying the entire trip unceremoniously dropped onto her paws as Badgermask twisted her head away - a series of surprise sneezes escaping her. The illness had been a steady thing - she hadn't quite realized that she had fallen sick until she had started to sneeze at random. So focused on keeping the herbs that had been given to her safe, she had paid no attention to her own health until it was clear that it was failing...Just like almost everybody else. Once the sneezes started to past and she gave a snort to try to clear her nose, she leaned down to pick up the herbs she had dropped, only to pause as two familiar names brushed past her ears. 'Make sure Batswarm and Moondancer...' It was easy to recognize it as her sister's voice, but her blood ran cold at the simple fact that Heatherberry was speaking of her two littermates as if they were still... Her teeth sank into the herbs as she quickly snatched it up, weaving her way between cats before she came to where Heatherberry had collapsed - her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of unconsciousness. Dropping the herbs, she prodded her sister a few times with a concerned snarl. "Heatherberry, this isn't the time...! You need to get up, we won't be here long!" Her voice started to waver towards  the end as her paw hesitated above her sister's scarred shoulder before she dropped into a crouch, nosing her sister's face gently. "Come on, sis... I can't... You need to get up, please. I can't...Not you too."

Badgermask (Moderate sick) is attempting to stir Heatherberry.

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It had all started with a struggle to catch his breath. Creamsky hadn't thought that much about it - he had never been as high up in the mountain and the air had felt so...Different in there. But when it had started to persist even after the decent had started... Perhaps then, he had started to realize that something was wrong. But he had been given the job of scout and he wasn't going to fail his Clan even then, so he had carried on even as it grew harder and harder to breathe. Coughs had started to become frequent, at first minor but now... Creamsky was rested on a rock - his paws covering his mouth as wet, harsh coughs rocked his entire body. It seemed they had no end until finally they did - and he drew back his head. "Oh," he murmured, staring down at his paws with a frown. That didn't...Seem good. His paws were speckled - nay, nearly coated - in red. Blood. "That's bad, I think."

Creamsky is by is lonesome, slowly becoming aware that he has high severity.

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Eveningpaw had never felt more confused and scared. It had been worrying to see her Clanmates' health started to decline - her sister's health among the worse. She didn't know what to do - but it was only compounded with the fact that against all odds...She was spared. Her health was as it normally was, even if she was on the frail side. She was picking her way carefully around her Clanmates when Tigerdance's voice rose up - orders being shouted. The healthy was to hunt. She could...Well, she could try - she had never been given a real shot at it before with how few prey there had been in WindClan's territory proper. Her tail swished, staring down at her paws. Most cats...Those who had escaped the sickness - they would feel lucky, or maybe proud. Not Eveningpaw. Her health came with only fear -  fear of what would become of her if the rest of her Clanmates didn't get better and the few healthy were all that would be left.... She shook her head, closing her eyes as she couldn't bare to dwell on that future - not when her family was among the sick so she quickly broke into a sprint - heading out to follow Tigerdance's orders.

Eveningpaw is going off to try hunting, as per Tigerdance's request to healthy cats.

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Duckpaw, as usual, had fallen behind...But this time not because of their sleepiness - but because their legs had given out. They laid panting on their side, struggling to catch their breath but their body shook with violent coughs that only left them gasping for more air between them. Multiple times had Duckpaw attempted to rise to join the rest of their Clanmates - or at least make it to Sandyshell or Wrenpaw - but their legs felt like wet sand and they feared the dizziness that had help send them crashing to the ground in the first place. They threw their paws over their head with a pitiful whine, wishing for sleep for once - anything to escape how horrid they felt and how much effort it felt it took just to take in breaths.

Duckpaw (high severity) has collapsed a bit behind everybody and is not having a great time, tbh.

This was terrifying.

Goldenpaw’s paws shook as she walked along, despite her best efforts to keep them still and her pace steady, all to keep the cat leaning heavily on her shoulder comfortable. She wasn’t sick. She wasn’t the sick one. Then why did she feel like the rabbit she’d eaten last night was threatening to re-emerge in a particularly disgusting fashion? Her heart was beating quick and fast, but instead of the welcome battle-song, a different kind of adrenaline flooded through her veins. Worry. Anxious worry, stewing in her stomach, and something else she’d never felt before.

Terror.

It was exhausting, dogging her every step, keeping her high-strung and alert even as her paws dragged, a frantic quick beat drumming against her ribcage. Goldenpaw was terrified, and there was nothing she could fight, nothing she could face, nothing she could do to make it go away.

Her world was falling apart around her.

“No,” she told him in a broken whisper, laying her tail on his flank. “I’m not mad. You- you’re the best. I- I’m sorry.”

Another coughing fit- Goldenpaw crouched by his side, tail-tip twitching, glaring about at the nearby cats with completely unfounded suspicion in her eyes. All she could do was press her flank against his, and whisper quiet unheard reassurances in his ears, words broken and stilted, claws sinking into her heart with each rattling cough.

“I’m not leaving. I swear it on the stars themselves,” she told him, shouldering his weight without a single complaint. Maybe he wouldn’t hear her words, but she meant them anyways, meant them with every fragment of her being. “I’m never gonna leave you. Ever. I promise.”


Goldenpaw is not sick, but isn’t having a great time either.

Snailpaw made his way towards the rest of the cats. He was drowsy from the journey, but had finally sat down for some rest.

He stuck to himself, nervous over all of the sounds of coughing and sniffling. He started gently yet quickly flicking his tail over the ground to soothe himself and tries to imagine himself anywhere but here.

Snailpaw's breathing felt shallow, like he could never grab enough air to fill his lungs. A shiver flew up his spine as Snailpaw let out what he felt was a completely normal cough, and he thought it was.. Until he had tasted the tang of his own blood..

He laid down on the ground, slightly leaning on his side and feeling absolutely miserable. He felt like he couldn't do much more than sit there, not doing anything. Snailpaw was usually fine with not doing things, but now that he was restricted to doing nothing, it felt horrible.



Snailpaw is severely sick. He's a bit anxious about talking but is open for some small chatter.

The member 'Moths in the Sky' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Effect Dice' : 5

It would be ironic, if Perchstar had the energy to comprehend irony. No sooner had she stumbled back into the group from her argument with Birdchaser--heart aching, veins burning with suppressed rage, wanting to cry and laugh and scream all at once--than she had collapsed with a sudden exhaustion in her trembling limbs. The sickness that had infected everyone else had gotten to her, it seemed. And badly. Half the time she couldn't even keep her eyes open. It had been all she could do to drag herself forward and whisper in hushed, heated tones to Poppyshine the few words that SkyClan could not be trusted. Any more than that, and her tongue fell too limp and useless to even move. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Moons? She didn't know. But suddenly the group stopped. Poppyshine was saying... something. It was impossible to tell what, through the ringing in her ears. Through the alternating flashes of hot and cold that rocked her pelt. Through the need to stay standing, to stay moving, to not let anyone see how bad it truly was. She had never been this ill in her life. She had never been this weak, not even while pregnant, not while exhausted, not while literally dying of starvation and thirst. Stars--she could die at any second. She had no clue where she was, let alone whether she was still alive.

Poppyshine was talking to her. She thought she recognized soft green eyes, gentle kind voice. "Poppy..." Her words were shaky, hardly coherent. "SkyClan... don't..." Don't trust them, she wanted to say. They attacked us from behind. They betrayed us one final time, and we can't just take it, and I want to unsheathe my claws right now but my paws are trembling so hard I cannot even take one more step. "Stay... safe," the leader begged instead. Begged. Pathetic. Hopefully her words were quiet enough that Birdchaser and Beechfang and their whole rotten family weren't snickering at her somewhere. All her promises and for what? To be stricken ill before she could make good on them? She did not make idle threats. She did not. Cloverheart would be avenged. Cloverheart was dead in front of her, right now, a corpse on the ground. A waterlogged body of a friend. Time forgotten, everything forgotten, Perchstar slumped to the ground and pressed her nose into the grass that she saw as the unmoving body of her former medicine cat. This was okay. If she could lay here and die, perhaps she could take Cloverheart's place. Perhaps everything would be reversed. Perhaps she wouldn't be betrayed this time.

Perchstar is Severely Sick and hallucinating. RiverClan will have to listen to Poppyshine's instruction.

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Pigeonpaw was gone. Pigeonpaw was gone. He hadn't seen her in what must have been days--he hadn't seen her since the storm. Dovepaw was almost going mad with the shock of it all, with the endless stream of misfortunes, and he'd been developing a cough to boot. Nothing as bad as what he saw Perchstar stumbling along with, but bad enough to almost distract from his debilitating fear. His sister was missing. Missing. He'd failed to protect her. He'd failed to protect them all. Morningpaw, Pigeonpaw, who was next? Swanpaw? Ravenpaw? Owlcall even? Wild-eyed, Dovepaw made a check of RiverClan's ranks again, as if hoping that his sister's familiar pelt would suddenly spring into view. He didn't even see where he was going at this point--didn't even see the fresh water sparkling before his eyes--he was just wandering aimlessly, mouthing his sister's name with no sound emerging from his mouth.

Dovepaw is Mildly Sick, but mostly worried sick about Pigeonpaw.

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Bubblepaw had been doing badly. She was still starving and weak from hunger. The journey had been taxing mentally, physically and emotionally. Ploverpaw was missing-missing--no one had seen her in days. And on top of all that, the scar on her face still ached. It had stopped bleeding, and thankfully her eye still worked. But aside from that it was all awful. The only thing that finally made it better was when their group halted to a stop in front of a giant, enormous puddle of water. Clear, fresh water. It looked... so good. Almost in disbelief, she smiled for the first time since the journey had begun, and sprinted towards the body of water. Giggling with pent-up terror and relief and the exhaustion that still shadowed her every step, she splashed around in it, drinking and rolling in the clean cool water in turns. "Mintglade! Bearpaw! Sorrelpaw!" she called out, trying desperately to focus on the only sign of hope in front of her. "Daddy, Gramma, look! Water!"

Bubblepaw is Not Sick, but has a host of other problems.

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Hedgekit did not think she could get any more worried. She had hated this whole journey from the start; despite her brothers' and mother's reassurances, it was scary to be surrounded by so many cats she didn't know. However, it had somehow become worse. Mamma Pine was sick... very sick. She'd never seen her mamma like this. Hedgekit had been completely attached to her mother's side the whole time. Even Wolfkit was concerned, and Wolfkit tried his best not to be concerned with anything. "Do you want us to go get Heatherberry and Burdockroot, Mamma?" Hedgekit asked anxiously, her voice almost muffled by being pressed into the queen's pelt. "I'm pretty fast. I could go with Wolf; no one will step on us 'cause he'd bite them. You need to sleep, okay?" Sleep always made her feel better. But maybe Mamma didn't want to sleep. But she should! It would make her better! What always made Hedgekit go to sleep when she didn't wanna? "...Mamma, should we tell you a bedtime story?"

Hedgekit is immune to sickness but not immune to worry for her mamma.